I’ve been here before
This local hole
This traffic pattern
This left over dismal
Pit of destruction
Perhaps it’s maybe not that bad
Perhaps it’s maybe a lost cause
I’ve pulled on this string
Left it alone and desolate
Barren in it’s future
without hope and lost
Callused and abused
Perhaps it’s its design
Perhaps it’s just counseling
I’ve calmed down these gates
Without warning I’ve left
The hope has lasted again
I’ll wake tomorrow and see
That the work is finished